Another five days passed.

In the last small border town of the Minotaur Country, all the Minotaurs stood in a heap.

They looked at the hundred-strong rifle team in the distance, picked up the cold weapon in their hands without defending it, and rushed towards the army of Tomorrow City.

A small number of people took out the last flintlock pistol produced by the Niutou Country, with an accurate range of about 100 meters.

Because thermal weapons are scarce weapons, as the last military force of the Minotaur Country, they unfortunately can only equip a small number of people with thermal weapons.

Needless to say, the orcs had not yet approached the riflemen for three hundred meters, and the orcs pressed the plate machine in their hands, and fired several shots in succession, and all the orcs fell down like cutting rice.

"Damn, such a long distance......" The minotaur clutched the gunshot wound and fell to the ground.

The orcs in the distance moved forward and approached, and the minotaurs saw the green uniforms they were wearing, and the strange guns in their hands.

The barrel of the firearm was not particularly long, it had a wood-colored stock, and the magazine was made into a curved moon arc, which also functioned as a grip.

"Report to the general, they are still saved."

"Apply medicine, save people!" Ivan's voice rang out on the battlefield.

The minotaur glared, thinking that the orcs in Tomorrow City would kill people with their guns, but they didn't expect Ivan's password to save people.

The soldiers of Tomorrow City were no longer surprised, and they tied up the minotaur as usual, and then took out the special medicine from the backpack of large and small bags.

First take out the bullet with your fingers roughly, and then apply the special recovery medicine made by the rabbit clan, bandage it, and do it in one go, like a familiar hand that has done it thousands of times.

"You, why don't you kill us, we are Minotaurs, born Minotaurs, and dead Minotaurs." A muscular minotaur couldn't help but yell, he felt his dignity being trampled on.

"Because you still have the value of living, go back to Tomorrow City and reinvent yourself." Ivan raised his hand and struck the back of the head with a knife, knocking the person in charge unconscious.

He clapped his palms and wagged his happy cat tail: "Okay, wait for the big army, take this city and it's over." ”

That night, the last town of the Minotaur changed hands, and Tomorrowland re-appointed the Minotaur as the local mayor.

By the way, the mayor of the town is from the character class that Allen taught before, and he definitely passes the test in terms of character.

After Ivan took over the town, he shook the AK in his hand, and always felt that the thermal weapons war was not as shocking as before.

"Is it a delusion, no, it's the weapons that have been upgraded, the war mode has also been upgraded, and the era of queuing up to shoot has passed." Ivan looked at the AK in his hand, his thoughts diverging.

In the past, when there were only flintlock muskets, the range was not long enough, and the orcs stood in a line, and every bullet fired at it always hit the man.

With the range and accuracy upgraded, the war mode has also changed, and he and his soldiers no longer have to line up to shoot.

It's only been a year, and the mode of war has been raised by two levels, and next year, what will it become?

Ivan thought of the oil and gas that Allen had been thinking about lately, and with them came planes.

The plane will occupy the military power in the sky domain, and air combat is an area that Ivan cannot make up for in his brain, and it seems that he can only understand it after the plane is born.

In the following three days, when the outgoing army returned to the city after work, Allen rewarded the soldiers on a high platform and held a beautiful funeral for the soldiers who died in battle.

Some of the soldiers did not return to the city, and they crossed the mountains along the northern region of the Niutou Kingdom to lead people in search of oil fields.

……

At the time of the great victory of Tomorrow City, the time of high grain production in July arrived, and the beasts of the 100,000 mountains entered the commotion again.

In the 100,000 mountains, the beasts made the sound of hunger and thirst, grinding teeth, and restlessness, and the whole mountain was shaking.

Unlike the year before, the Zerg in the deep mountains began to devour the beasts.

Insects gather in dense swarms, feeding on grass and meat.

Some goblins are crawled up by bugs, and their skin is all black bugs, and they eat meat on the surface, using sharp mouthparts to absorb the essence, squeeze out the muscles, and suck the bone marrow.

The beasts could not stand the devouring of the swarms of insects, so they all moved their tribes, and ran out of the mountains in a panic, all the way south.

Some beast kings let out angry roars, wanting to start a war with the insect kings of the swarms.

The insect king is also the beast king of the primitive beast race, with a python body, a sharp skull skeleton on the head, two antennae of an insect-like body, a lion face and a long face, and hundreds of compound eyes.

The insect was not as big as him, the insect king was two meters tall, the snake was three meters long, and the two tiger teeth in its mouth were stained with blood-colored droplets, and it was obvious that it was also eating just now.

"Woo-la-la-......" a certain beastmaster with mantis wings cursed a beast language, and left with his beast tribe in grief.

The Worm King waved his hand, and a large black tide rushed towards the beast clan.

The Blade Mantis immediately spread their wings and flew low for a short time, fleeing the land of death.

The juveniles that have not yet grown mature wings are unlucky, and only a few are taken away by parents who have the spare energy, and the vast majority of parents do not have the spare energy to take their children on long-distance flights.

Some juveniles were abandoned in place, surrounded by swarms of insects, and their bones were gone.

At this moment, countless beast kings exuded violent emotions.

They hate the rise of the Zerg King, and if they devour the Zerg King sooner, the insects in the forest will not be afraid.

Without the Worm King's leadership, the Bugs will only focus on the food in front of them, and will not purposefully capture one orc territory after another like a disciplined army.

……

At the northern border guard of Lionheart, the orcs stood boredly and guarded, yawning with their hands.

"I'm so tired, when will I be able to go back to Tomorrow City to do some meaningful work."

Guarding the guard is a long-term boring military project, especially in the area near the 100,000 mountains, where there are no orcs from other countries who can come out of the 100,000 mountains, and what comes out can only be a beast tide.

Generally speaking, the animal tide of 100,000 mountains comes once or twice a year, and each time it is the season of rice harvesting.

Recently, it was the time of the rice harvest, and there was an additional group of machine gunners in the border towns.

"Don't sleep, there's a situation!"

There was a sudden shout from his companion, and the lion orc, nicknamed Tube, wagged his lion's tail violently, and with a sigh, he picked up his binoculars and looked into the distance.

In the telescope lens, in the distance is the Great Rift Valley, which is more than a kilometer wide, and the iron-red rocky ground of the Great Rift Valley appears in the shadow of a wild beast.

"It seems that a wild beast is coming, and there are many of them, and there is a ...... on sight Thousand? ”

"No, it's not a thousand, the number is still increasing, hurry, ring the alarm bell." The companion pushed the canopy.

The tube was not bored and sleepy at this time, and he was full of excitement, picked up the big iron rod on the ground, waved the rod, and slammed it ten times towards the bronze bell above his head.

"When, when, when—"

The border town rang the bell of the beast tide.